Chapter 270: Chapter 270

The next morning, a few people set off for the Ying Family according to plan.

Even after taking the potion last night, Rong Zhi still didn’t sleep well due to severe bed recognition issues, a problem she can’t shake off no matter where she goes.

She was listless, her state remaining unchanged until they arrived at the Ying Family’s private castle.

It wasn’t until Jiang Gujun reminded her that she lazily opened her eyes, rubbed her aching temples, and Bai Su turned his head to ask, "Do you want to sleep a bit more?"

Rong Zhi gently shook her head, peeled a lollipop, and put it in her mouth to wake herself up a little before opening the door to get out of the car.

The Ying Family’s castle was a legacy from an aristocrat of the last century in Ancient O State. Due to financial difficulties, it was auctioned and eventually fell into the hands of the Ying Family, becoming their residence in O State, covering a vast area.

Except for a branch that later moved out, the direct line of the Ying Family all live in the castle.

Yorker received the news early and waited at the door. Seeing the Hummer engraved with the royal emblem, he was momentarily stunned, thinking it was some royal noble visiting.

After all, it was well known that the Ying Family had collaborations with the Royal Family, and there were even Ying Family members married into the Royal Family, so a visit would be normal.

While pondering which Duke or which noble lady might be visiting today, a clear and unruly figure alighted from the Hummer. The wind lifted the stray hair on her forehead, brushing across enchanting eyebrows and eyes, creating an aura of carefree elegance.

Yorker was taken aback, "Miss Nine?"

Rong Zhi squinted slightly, then nodded slightly at him. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NovelHub(.)net

Immediately, two more figures emerged from behind the car. One was wearing a black trench coat and shirt of the same color tone as the young man, paired with black pants tucked into long military boots, further accentuating his already tall and slender figure.

Although Bai Su seemed calm, seeing the parents still required attention, so he tidied his hair a bit, revealing his smooth and full forehead. With a straight nose and thin lips, he was impeccable and perfectly exquisite from any angle.

He turned his face to instruct Jiang Gujun to bring out the things from the car, then turned back to hold the young man’s hand, openly interlocking fingers with her, nodding politely to Michael, "Butler Michael."

Michael didn’t dare to respond to this.

He was just a butler; it was ultimately the Ying Family’s decision, so he only responded slightly and then led the way, sneaking sidelong glances at them.

The magnificent hall was adorned with ancient palace lanterns, with the colored glass casting light across the vast space, the fireplace burning vigorously, making one feel warm all over once inside.

An elder with gray hair was sitting on a European-style leather sofa, reading a newspaper.

Wearing a meticulous suit, from the emerald cufflinks to the smooth, crease-free collar, everything revealed his fastidious and perfect nature.

His hair was combed immaculately back.

Upon hearing a sound, he lifted his head from the newspaper. When his eyes landed on the graceful young man, they lit up, but soon his gaze moved downwards, catching sight of a pair of interlocked hands, extinguishing the light immediately.

"Getting so cozy before even meeting the parents, Little Nine, this boyfriend of yours won’t do."

The elder spoke in a calm tone, his voice low and measured, speaking slowly with precise pronunciation, albeit with a heavy accent.

Though his facial expression didn’t change much, others could clearly sense his displeasure.

Bai Su naturally understood, but instead, he held tighter, successfully making the elder’s face darken.

"Such indecorum, let go at once. Yorker, I didn’t say anything about hosting a guest today; kindly see this gentleman out."

Having handled the gifts and entered, Jiang Gujun stood behind Mr. Su, pretending to be part of the background.

As a joke, during such father-in-law testing the son-in-law times, how could he step in and ruin Mr. Su’s affair?

The elder’s tone was disdainful and indifferent, each word sharp as a blade, cutting directly at Bai Su’s heart, one slice after another.

He wanted to see Bai Su embarrassed, a test set up from the moment he entered, and would certainly have utilized the Military Guard to throw him out if Bai Su didn’t meet his standards.

Along with the gifts Bai Su brought!

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly descended from the previously empty spiral staircase. Seeing the young man not far away, his voice was full of surprise, "Little Nine?!"

Rong Zhi looked up, a flicker of light gold passing before her eyes. In no time, the youth stood in front of her, a hint of excitement on his face.

He waved away Bai Su, who was obstructing his embrace, and circled an arm around Rong Zhi’s waist, lifting her up.

With the Ying Family’s outstanding genes, Ying Yunlin was 1.92 meters tall, and Sixth Master Ying was 1.95 meters; lifting Rong Zhi was akin to holding a little rabbit, effortlessly elevating her.

Dizzy from being swayed by him, Rong Zhi couldn’t help but pinching his back neck calmly said, "Ying Zhao Yuan."

Ying Zhao Yuan hugged the slender body of the young man, nuzzling affectionately, "Sixth Brother missed you too much, let me hold you for a while."

The youth couldn’t help but sniff her carefully, finally exhaling slightly, puzzled, "Little Nine, what’s that smell on you? Why does it smell so nice? Is it a new perfume you concocted, huh?"

This must be the common trait of perfume families?

They like to smell everything they see first. If they find a pleasing scent, they will replicate it on the spot once home. However, the Ying Family members indeed have sharp noses; she couldn’t detect any scent on herself, yet Ying Zhao Yuan did.

After thinking for two seconds, she arduously turned her face away from Ying Zhao Yuan’s hands, expressionlessly saying, "Maybe it’s from him."

Following the young man’s gaze, he finally saw the man standing to the side, grinning skin-deep, staring at him.

So Second Brother said Little Nine was bringing her boyfriend home, turns out it was this guy?!

Ying Zhao Yuan scrutinized Bai Su with extreme pickiness, almost as if he was using a radar to scan Bai Su from head to toe, attempting to find faults.

Unfortunately, apart from a slightly bad complexion, he found nothing else.

"No, Little Nine, let me tell you, Big Brother’s company recently launched a new product, you should check it out when you’re free..."

Feeling bitter, Ying Zhao Yuan simply ignored Bai Su, pulling Rong Zhi towards the sofa, not caring to acknowledge Bai Su at all.

Rong Zhi blinked her fox-like eyes, pulling a faint curve on her lips, as Ying Zhao Yuan led her to sit, she gestured Bai Su to come over.

Bai Su immediately understood, boldly inserting himself between her and Ying Zhao Yuan, taking a seat naturally.

Ying Zhao Yuan: "..." Where’s my knife?

Except for a few brothers currently traveling internationally, the busy Ying Cenchuan at the company and the Ying Yunlin, who she met early on, both hurried home, sitting on either side of the sofa, casting equally indifferent and disdainful glances at Bai Su.

Sipping coffee beside him, Rong Zhi leisurely took a sip.

After all, it wasn’t directed at her, so what was she afraid of.

Bai Su, seated with his lithe long legs in a standard posture, spine upright, his previously tender and amorous brows and eyes now carried a touch of pride. He restrained his expression, seriously and earnestly introducing himself, "Hello uncle, I’m Bai Su, 24 years old, from Beijing, Hua Country..."

It was a very ordinary opening. Jiang Gujun was listening behind, taken aback.

He’d never seen Mr. Su, who was always cold and merciless, being so gentle with outsiders.

God knows how Bai Su, once arrogant enough to disregard the entirety of O State, didn’t have to care for the Ying Family or even O State Royal Family, if he wished, he could wipe them out with a mere gesture, needing no regard for anyone else’s feelings.